No. 2—I wore an Ernest P. Worrell hat an entire summer, entertained my family with spot-on abidiyah, abidyah, abidyah impressions, and never returned a VHS copy of Hey Vern, It’s My Family Album—it’s still in my possession, still warped from the heat of mom’s Oldsmobile—rented from the Mountain Brook Video Express in 1986. We’re already up to four things.

No. 3—I was on fire for the gospel of Mello Yello, preaching its superiority over Mountain Dew to every child Over The Mountain with an ear to hear.

So yeah, Bama pennant notwithstanding, finding this on YouTube—how had I never seen it? or, if I had, not remembered it?—was like finding out that Elvis wrote a song about the 1957 national championship team or something… JUST FOR ME. (And that he drank Mello Yello.)

My little brother had the “Hey Vern, It’s My Family Album” pretty much set to memory. He would entertain friends and relatives with his take on Great Uncle Lloyd Worrell and the carny (cousin?) at the amusement park.